Five Nights At Freddy's: The Long Road Home

by SilverLightSpeed

Nearly 31 years ago, Freddy Fazbear's closed it's doors and Mike Schmidt left his dark past behind. Now, he's been mistaken for Michael Afton, a mistake that forces him to get as far away as possible from everything he's known. But when his car breaks down right in front of where Fazbear's Fright once stood , he's forced to return home. But the real Michael Afton is hunting him.

1. Prolouge

Prolouge:

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My name is Mike Schmidt. Nearly 31 years ago, I took a job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, because I was desperate and even though the pay sucked I needed something. It might surprise you that it was the most engaging job I've ever had.

Maybe it's not fair that I only worked five nights there and don't even want to look at pictures remotely related to the brand. Ah, the hell with it. I nearly died more times than I can count. I think it's more than fair. After the restaurant was closed and news about what was really happening there was released to the public, I became famous in a way. A lot of people knew my name, and let's just say money wasn't near as much of a worry.

Then they found out about another man who was connected to all of this. It's hard to explain. His name was Michael Afton and we had some similarities. A lot, in fact. He was even in another Fazbear establishment, a 'sister location' if you will. He was tied to horrible things that had caused this nightmare to begin. People began to think he was me. There seemed to be no way to convince them otherwise. So I left all of this behind and drove far away in a car that met a sad fate.

What I'm trying to say is...

It's been almost 31 years since I've set foot in any location even remotely related to the Fazbear brand.

I had no interest in finding out what happened at the older locations, and even less interest in why Fazbear's Fright burnt to the ground.

But now my car's broke down and I'm stuck right in front of where Fazbear's Fright used to stand. The newspapers missed somthing. That Springtrap creature- it escaped. You can even see it on the paper.

I need to get back home. And fast. Springtrap can't be far away. And you know what's worse?

I think Springtrap is Michael Afton.

If he kills me, they'll think Michael Afton is dead. He'll be free, at least for a while.

I can't risk hitching a ride with anyone, really. I'm miles and miles away from home, and this is going to take several nights. I don't want to return home, but then again, what choice do I have?

It'll take me multiple nights and a lot of survival skills. But I've survived multiple terrifying nights before.